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Bella goes to Mercury to do her forking.
She decides - since she can order up a custom fork at all - that her fork might as well have a copy of all her memories since she found Soph. To understand, to know what she's doing in the world, to not instantly want to punch Juliet in the nose for mishandling Soph in some way. To know what day it is, if nothing else.
Wish.
And then there are two.
And the new one cocks her head, and says, "Don't worry, we can merge - well, I will, anyway, who knows if the crystal ball was lying - but first why don't we surprise Sherlock?"
And the not-new one smiles, and says, "Why not?"
And at precisely the same time, they teleport, wearing matching smiles.
She decides - since she can order up a custom fork at all - that her fork might as well have a copy of all her memories since she found Soph. To understand, to know what she's doing in the world, to not instantly want to punch Juliet in the nose for mishandling Soph in some way. To know what day it is, if nothing else.
Wish.
And then there are two.
And the new one cocks her head, and says, "Don't worry, we can merge - well, I will, anyway, who knows if the crystal ball was lying - but first why don't we surprise Sherlock?"
And the not-new one smiles, and says, "Why not?"
And at precisely the same time, they teleport, wearing matching smiles.
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Dinner gets a kiss, and then she gets collected into his lap, and then she gets bitten.
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"Is that what it sounds like from the outside," comments Dessert impishly, when Dinner makes a noise.
"Nnnnshutup," moans Dinner, "we're gonna - Sherlock - gonna be the same person in a bit - fuck -"
"Nnnnshutup," moans Dinner, "we're gonna - Sherlock - gonna be the same person in a bit - fuck -"
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Sherlock snuggles Dinner and hums contentedly against her neck. [I think it sounds lovely,] he tells both of them.
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Eventually predictive squirming gives way to telltale shaking and Dinner goes half-limp in his arms.
Dessert smirks.
Dessert smirks.
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Dinner accepts both - and then gets out of the way.
Dessert slides into Sherlock's lap.
Dessert slides into Sherlock's lap.
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"I love you," he says, hugging her close and pecking her on the cheek.
And then there are nibbles!
And then there are nibbles!
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Dinner snickers helplessly when the noises in question emerge from her counterpart's mouth. Dessert is also doing something helplessly but it is not snickering.
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He has lovely aim. The metaphor is particularly apt when sharp objects are involved, isn't it?
Dessert quakes in his arms, whimpering.
Dessert quakes in his arms, whimpering.